Mabel Juice Novels & Stories

"I know what my sister did was wrong, but she won't stop regretting her actions." "Yeah, it's a good thing Shawn didn't drink the juice." "Who did?" Her eyes narrowed. "I did." Mabel's eyes widened in shock, her mouth hanging open. "What? You did? How?" "When I returned home from the beach that day, I was so thirsty, and I found the chilled juice on the dining table and drank it by replacing it with another one."She said, her tone casual. "What happened after you drank it?"She asked. "I can't remember, I was lucky Shawn was by my side."

It was in anticipation. “Gran?” Her voice wafted over me, prickling my skin and causing my breath to catch. I turned, and my chest compacted as I watched her approach hesitantly, eyeing me warily as she held up a glass of champagne that she had for Mabel. “Oh, thank goodness,” Mabel said, bustling past me to reach for the glass. “I need to wash my mouth out something fierce. That little pastry I had, whatever the hell it was, tasted like ass.”

“for your sake. I will stay down.” She smiled brightly, letting out a sigh of relief. “thank you. I promise to get you out of here soon. Until then, please stay strong.” Mabel stretched her hand through the gate space and placed some small wrappings in ball shape next to me. “I do not know how much those will do. But they are chocolate balls mixed with moonpetals. Please eat them before anyone gets to see them with you.” Tears welled up in my eyes. she is also just a worker in the packhouse, yet she risks everything to help me out. “thank you, Mabel.”

"Do you still have that medicine? Mabel needs a couple too." "It's fine, Jason. I can handle it." He handed her a glass of water. "Don't push yourself." I watched in silence. Then Jason set the bag of roasted chestnuts on the table. "I remembered they're your favorite." I opened it. Half were gone. Mabel held the top of the bag. "My blood sugar dropped on the way here. Jason told me to eat some." Jason frowned. "You never used to care about stuff this small." I pushed the bag back toward them.

“Leave the poor girl alone.” “I’m only being friendly.” Mabel finished pouring the drinks. “If you need anything else, please let me know.” She turned to leave. “Another bottle.” She looked back. “Of course.” When she returned with the second bottle nearly fifteen minutes later, the men were noticeably drunker. Their voices had become louder, laughter echoed across the private section. Mabel bent slightly to place the bottle on the table. Without warning… A hand closed around her wrist. Her body stiffened and she looked down. The same customer was smiling up at her.

She cleaned her face and adjusted her clothes, she wasn't going to let him get to her, she would give him the meal and go home, since her shift already ended twenty minutes ago. She took the meal to his table and flashed him a not-to-smiley smile. “Would you like any other thing, sir?” Mason grinned, she's stubborn, and he liked it, he looked at her and wondered how cute she would look when she was smiling for real. “Fruit juice.” He smirked. “Freshly made by you.” “We have beetroot, Apple, and Pear fruit juice, which would you like?” “Apple.” She scoffed as she left to make the juice.

Malcolm was too lazy to choose anything else and ordered five cups of strawberry juice. Then he put down the phone and continued to think about things. Could it be Dominic? He had to find out if it was Dominic or not. If he has the talent in this area, send him immediately to receive professional training. The strawberry juice was quickly sent over, and Marilyn and Alaina drank happily! Marilyn had always liked strawberry-flavored things, and she would not reject any strawberry-related things! Malcolm also drank happily. Only Sergio and Julian silently looked at the bright red liquid without any desire.

“Take me there right now.” “Okay, but I'm driving and please don't cry Cami.” That does it, all the tears I've been holding in the last five seconds begin to fall. I blink them away, Mirabelle scowling but she rises to take me to Karla. Before anything, she goes to the fridge, taking out two water bottles, one guava fresh blend juice container and a yoghurt cup.

Kyle heard that and was extremely happy, as quickly as a squirrel walking towards Terry: "Only Terry is the only one who understands. It's also because of you that I took the time to prepare this juice. It is a combination of pineapple juice and lemon juice. This recipe is what you just learned! I tried it, and the taste is quite special!" Terry immediately smiled, only to hear Louis lightly laugh: "Combining pineapple and melon? This is my first time hearing about this juice. You let us drink. Will it ever cause us to lose our lives?" Kyle then let out a disgusted sigh and said, "You've lost your head and mind, not your life. Having said that this juice dish I just learned, this recipe is f

“I have to go now.” “Okay. Bye. Love you!” But I hung up before I could say it back. My cheeks were pink. I stared into the mirror and muttered, “Victoria… what is wrong with you? Get your head back in the game.” I opened the door. “Good morning, ma’am. It’s lovely to have you back!” Mabel beamed, holding a silver tray like it carried treasure, and honestly—it did. On the tray was a tall glass of orange juice, a pot of French-pressed coffee, scrambled eggs with flecks of chive, smoked salmon, cream cheese croissants, a small fruit tart, and a stack of delicate pancakes with warm maple syrup on the side.